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morning grit

10-11-'o1: 9:15am

for years, they've been telling me "you're going to be a music major...so your classes will start late. lucky!"

oh boy, were they ever wrong.

so it's 8am, and i drag myself into my one-hour sightsinging class. sure, i only have this class two days a week...but when the person in the next room stays up watching old cartoons at full volume, eight-o-clock in the morning comes hard and fast. this morning was a considerable amount worse, as my roomate assured me:

"i set the alarm for 7, so you can sleep in a little longer if you want."

7, however, was actualy 7:15...which killed the time i was supposed to spend in the shower. so i basically threw clothes on and rushed out the door.

today was test day in sight singing. i completely spanked the intervals, and was spanking the rhythmic dictation until the last question. two eighth notes placed precariously amongst three bars of rest. sinister.

and after a little bit of sight-singing, i was free to go. just about everyone else had theory, so i stayed a teeny bit and talked. mistake.

"yeah...my my music theory teacher for the last three years was really big on rhythmic dictation...we did it all the time, it drove me nuts." i was just making conversation. attempting to. he didn't seem to like it much. as i turned to put something into my bag, he wispers something to teri. they both laughed.

i can't help but think they were talking about me. i can't help but think that they see me as the annoying "smart kid" who is stuck up about everything. i can't help but think that maybe i should just stop talking for good. i can't help but think that my idea of "making conversation" is viewed more as "being an asshole". i thought i was just paranoid at first but the feelings not only don't fade...they stregnthen.

oh well, i guess. it could be a lot worse. i mean, i'm lucky to even be here.

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